Joining our heros during the Hoenn Championships, how will Ash fair against Tyson in the last few minutes of the match? How will the out come affect a young woman far away in the region of Kanto? Pokeshipping. Twerpshipping. Ash x Misty.

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Epilogue

Kiss…the
gentle sensation of lips upon her forehead began to draw the young
woman's mind from the depths of her sleep.

Kiss…this
time on her left cheek, calling to her conscious mind to take control
of her sleep filled head and rise to the new day.

Kiss…now
the lips alighted upon her right cheek at the same moment her mind
became completely aware of the world around her.

Kiss…this
last upon her lips was anticipated and she responded by kissing back
and wrapping her arms around her love's neck. As the man pulled
away, she sleepily opened her eyes, letting her arms remain in their
accustomed position. "Good morning." She murmured with a smile.

"Morning."
He replied with a warming smile of his own before bending down to
share another kiss while his hand began to roam across her stomach,
playing along the hem of her shirt and causing her to giggle at his
mischief.

"You're
insatiable." She laughed once his lips left hers to roam down her
neck. Just the moment before the last button was undone, the phone on
his side of the bed gave as shrill ring. With a groan he collapsed
forward, cursing under his breath. "Go on, Mr Pokemon Master!"
she teased, pushing hard on his shoulder to force him onto his back,
towards the screaming phone.

Grumbling
half to her, half to himself he muttered, "How many times do I have
to tell them not to call before 10am on a Sunday?"

"Its
gone ten forty-five!" she threw back, leaping out of their bed
while he lifted the receiver and confirmed his presence to his
caller.

Re-doing
the buttons on her shirt, well his shirt really, one of his old white
ones that reminded her too much of her husband to ever really take
off, she made her way down the stairs of their large home to the
kitchen, switching on the coffee maker in the process.

It
was only the night after did you ever realise exactly how much you
had to drink the previous evening when the first wave of a hangover
descended over her mind, making her scrunch up her face at the
unpleasantness.

"Pi
pika pi pichu pi pika chu pikachu pika chu." (I told you not to
drink so much last night.) Chimed a small voice from behind her as
Pikachu made his way though the kitchen to the garden.

"Oh
shut up." She moaned back, glaring at the perky little creature who
had to be putting that cheerful demeanour on through shear willpower.
She had seen how much ketchup he had consumed last night as well and
the effects of excessive ketchup must be the same as it was for her
with alcohol. The previous night had been an eventful celebration
with friends from everywhere coming to celebrate Ash's fifth year
as the current Pokemon Master. The party had gone on well into the
night and she couldn't even contemplate what time they had left
Viridian City, or the journey back, carried safely by a Pigeot and
securely in Ash's arms.

The
coffee maker clicked off just as the small creature scampered off
into the living room to exit the house by the open french doors.
Pouring the steaming black liquid into a mug she wrapped her hands
around the container, inhaling the strong smell of black coffee to
chase away the ache in her head. Leaning slightly against the
counter, she stared out of the window that covered the entire wall to
allow a view across the vast majority of their estate.

Since
her husband, Ash Ketchum had become the youngest ever pokemon master
at just 20 years of age, they had moved into their home mid way
between Viridian and Cerulean. Specially build for them from the
designs draw up by Tracey, the house was large and spacious while the
grounds were extensive, providing enough space and varying
territories for both their pokemon to roam free. A river cut through
part of their land, providing a fresh flow of mountain spring water
to feed the lake that was large enough to hold Gyarados as well as
their other water loving pokemon. Steams of varying width had been
dug into the ground to allow the water bound pokemon, such as
Goldeen, access to as much of the reserve as possible.

From
where she was standing, she could see Bayleaf and Bulbasaur playing
with a Frisbee in the sun, passing and catching it to each other with
their vines while Totodile danced in the middle trying to catch it.
As she watched, Totodile finally lost patience and shot down the
yellow entity as it whizzed overhead, causing it to crash down to
earth for him to claim with his stumpy little arms. His expression
was of pure joy until her Marill crashed into him, stealing the
Frisbee and making off with it into the woods, the other pokemon hard
on her bouncy little blue tail.

The
creaks of the weight of her husband on the stairs alerted her to his
presence but she didn't move. Staring before their beautiful
grounds where every pokemon was happy and cheerful was too entrancing
to be distracted from.

Entering
the kitchen, Ash soon spied his wife, standing in her favourite
morning position before the large windows, dressed only in one of his
shirts, a mug of steaming black coffee in her delicate hands. The
morning sun had alighted upon her face, causing her skin to glow and
hair to shimmer and give the appearance of an angel send from heaven,
just for him.

Walking
behind her, he slipped his hands around her slender waist and rested
his head on her shoulder to join her gaze. Stirring slightly she
asked, "So what was that about?" in reference to his phone call.

"Oh
just about Koga again." He replied, leaving her side and getting
his own mug of coffee. "It doesn't matter how often we tell him
the traps in his gym are too dangerous and not enough people are
passing his challenge. Nothing changes."

"Yeah,
but you passed them, so how hard could it really be?" she teased
with a smile, turning around to face him and taking a sip her
beverage.

Showing
her a wry smile he replied in a soft tone, "Yeah, but I had you to
save that pushed me on." Pausing a moment to kiss her gently he
continued, "He seems to be under the impression that it doesn't
matter how many people do or don't get his badge, cos there will
still be masses of people qualified to enter the League but he's
sadly mistaken. With only ten official Gyms in the region, it's
looking doubtful we'll have more than 100 entrants." He gazed
once more at the expanse of green hills with a frown on his face.

Placing
her empty mug upon the counter, Misty joined Ash, linking her fingers
with his and whispering in his ear, "Don't worry about it. I'm
sure that if anyone can see a solution, it's you."

"Thanks
Mist." He said, kissing the top of her silky smooth hair. "I
don't know what I'd have done without you all these years."

"Yeah,
you'd have died by now!" she retorted, poking him in the side and
laughing happily while leaping just out of reach, all traces of a
hangover removed from just being in his presence for a short time.

"Hey!
And you'd still be sitting alone by a lake with a status of just a
water trainer rather than your title." He quickly counted, chasing
her through into the living room while referring to her title as the
winner of the Whirl Island Cup for the last two years running.
Finally grasping her around her slender waist, they over balanced and
landed in a heap on the sofa.

"And
you'd be nothing more than an idiot with a dream. Well, you're
still an idiot but your dream came true." She gently stroked back a
few strands of his flyaway hair, tucking them back into his black,
and untamed bird's nest known as his hair. Staring deep into each
others eyes, the distance between them gradually decreased until
their lips met in utter bliss.

As
the intensity of their actions increased, a small and annoyed cough
was heard behind them. "Pi pika pichu ka pi pikachu pi pika kachu
pika pi pika pi chupi? Pikachu, chupika pika pi chu pika Pikapi."
(How many times am I going to tell you guys to get a room? Anyway,
Brock wants to see you Ash.) Grumbled the small rodent from the
doorway to the living room after throwing an annoyed and slightly
disgusted look at his trainer with his wife. However great it always
seemed to get them together, once it came down to it, they were
impossible to live around and since they had lived in their current
home, Pikachu had held his own house. He bounded out again into the
gardens after saying his piece.

Rolling
their eyes and stifling their mirth at his behaviour, Ash got up and
helped Misty to her feet, parting with one last kiss before walking
through to open the front door. Slipping carefully away, Misty
retreated back upstairs for a shower and to get properly dressed.
Wearing just a large shirt was fine if it was just the two of you but
definitely not when company was around.

Walking
past a pile of clean laundry, Ash casually slipped on a shirt to go
with the comfortable trousers he was already wearing to try an appear
less like he had just emerged from bed in case his old friend had
company the little rodent had neglected to mention.

Opening
the large oak doors that constituted as the main opening to the
house, Ash stepped outside. Seeing no trace of his old friend he
followed the path around to the reserve where he soon spotted the
spiky haired man, talking to Cyndaquil and giving him a small scratch
on his head. Standing by the side of the house, Ash watched as soon,
word that their "Uncle" Brock was around, a rush of pokemon
appeared from the trees, water and fields, clamouring for his
attention and one of his custom made treats.

"Alright,
alright just calm down." He laughed, reaching into his pocket and
emerging with a few small blue, green and red bags. Reaching into
each one he retrieved a small cube, giving those from the blue bag to
the aquatic creatures, one from the green to the grass types and a
few from the red to those with the ability to breathe fire. Content
with their prizes, each hopped off to their own quarters, savouring
the morsel for a special time.

"Well
you're as popular as ever." Chuckled Ash, sneaking up on his old
friend.

"From
the way they all came up, you'd think they never got fed."
Commented Brock, knowing full well that every pokemon Ash and Misty
owned were fed by his own mix. Smiling in the sunshine, the two men
looked out at the pokemon paradise before turning and heading into
the shade of the house.

Talking
about nothing in particular, the two men made their way into the
living room, closing the doors to the reserve in order to keep their
conversation private from any and all prying pairs of ears. Reaching
into his small backpack, Brock brought forth a normal pokeball,
slightly battered but in good working order none the less. "I
really hope this solves our problem." He added, passing it to Ash
who promptly threw it into the air to release the captive pokemon
inside.

"Pikachu!"
chirruped the small yellow creature. Her black beady eyes looked from
one human to the other, taking in the smell and appearance of this
new man with the untidy black hair. The two red patches on her cheeks
were bright and vibrant, evidence of the excellent care administered
to her by Brock after she had been abandoned near his home.
Tentatively she moved forwards slightly towards the hand offered to
her by the new man, warily allowing him to reach behind her ears and
gently scratch her fur in a comforting way.

"You're
absolutely beautiful." He murmured, ceasing the scratching for a
moment to turn to Brock. "How old do you think she is?"

"I'd
say around ten years, so a bit younger than Pikachu. She's been
well trained once but who knows what happened between her good
trainer and being dumped." He replied, running a hand through his
hair.

The
female Pikachu frowned at the untidy haired man, annoyed that he hand
stopped scratching and paying attention to her to the extent that her
timid nature was ignored and she butted her head against his still
outstretched hand. This obviously was a source of amusement for the
two men as they laughed at her comical antics and slightly bemused
expression.

Picking
her up gently, Ash offered his shoulder to her, just to find out if
she had ever know the privilege of sitting on a human's shoulder
like his own had known for years. Mildly confused and almost a little
reluctant she took the offered shoulder, clinging tightly with her
claws buried in the thin material of his shirt.

"She
seems a happy pokemon and will fit in easily enough with that lot.
Hey, go away!" he jokingly yelled once spying at least five small
heads peering in through the glass door. Every creature fled at his
shout, knowing their cue to leave was now, however curious they were
about the new comer. "Does she have a nickname?" he inquired,
realising the implications of having two creatures that would answer
to the same name.

"Well,
when I saw her I had Pikachu in mind and considered the idea of
giving her to you then. I asked Susie what she thought as I'm no
good with names and she came up with Sephy." He informed his
friend, scratching the back of his head.

At
the mention of her name, the little Pikachu's ears perked up in
Brock's direction, looking for a treat that soon came sailing
through the air to land in her outstretched paws. Leaping from her
perch on Ash's shoulder, of which she still wasn't sure of, to
the floor she proceeded to munch away on her tasty little morsel.
Laughing, Brock explained he had been training her to answer to the
name in that fashion and it may take a little while for her to
realise a treat didn't come her way every time her name was spoken.

"Want
to stay and see Pikachu's reaction?" asked Ash, moving to the
wall where a yellow button was mounted. This lead to a small bell in
the small rodent's private home, one that he had insisted on once
the plans had been drawn up, stating that there was only so much time
a pokemon could spend with his trainer and his lover.

"I'd
love to but I have to be going. There's a breeders convention in
Viridian City and I'm already a bit late." He said, picking up
his bag and glancing at his watch. "Let me know how it goes."
Waving goodbye, Brock showed himself out while Ash waited in the
sunshine for his faithful friend to come bounding across the grass
from the small chalet set a little way away from the main house.

Grumpily,
Pikachu glared up at his trainer, wanting to know exactly why he had
been so annoyingly summoned when he was secretly trying to remove the
side effects of a late night out on the ketchup. Throughout the last
ten years at least he had made it quite sure that no one knew that
any side effect existed from excessive consumption of the red elixir
and he was in no mood to change anyone's mind.

Gently
picking up his faithful friend, stroking him a few times to placate
him, Ash began to inform him. "Brock's brought over a new pokemon
that he doesn't have time to take care of."

Pikachu
nodded in acknowledgement, already anticipating another baby for him
to look after like had done so countless times in the past. "Now,
she's a little timid and shy but I think you're going to get
along and I want to make sure she'll be ok here so for the next few
days at least can you make sure she knows where the food is, where
the migrating Beedrill sometimes nest and generally introduce her to
our way of life. Can I count on you for that?" asked Ash, turning
to head back to the house and walking very slowly.

'Great!'
thought Pikachu to himself. 'Another baby for me to nanny and
constantly worry that it's going to walk off a cliff or into
Gyarados' mouth.' But his love for his trainer was too deep to
say no, even if it was going to be troublesome. Stepping into the
living room, Ash motioned for Pikachu to jump to the ground to be at
a better height to greet his new charge.

"Sephy?"
softly called Ash, peering over the sofa for their new friend. She
was curled up on a cushion, her tail tucked neatly around her while
dozing in a patch of sun but became fully awake once her name was
heard. Glancing up, she caught sight of a handsome, confident
Pikachu. First his expression was of one of a fake happiness, put on
for a person or occasion he would rather not meet or attend. But once
he too saw the other of his kind, this expression vanished to be
replaced with a slightly blank, shocked look and his red cheeks
became an even brighter, if that was possible.

"Pika?
Pika pikachu?" he inquired, slowly climbing onto the sofa next to
her with a small smile and a welcoming attitude.

"Chuchu
pichu pi?" Sephy answered, turning her head away in embarrassment.
He was just so handsome!

Knowing
his presence was no longer needed, or wanted from the impression
received of his best buddy, Ash gently slipped away, closing the door
to the rest of the house behind him. Stifling a chuckle as after all
the countless times Pikachu had been annoyed at him and Misty for
being too, "coupley" as he called it, Pikachu was swiftly
becoming a hypocrite.

The
sounds of the shower in use from the bathroom leading off their room
alerted him to the whereabouts and actions of his wife. Just as he
reached the door to the bathroom, left slightly ajar, the shower was
turned off and Misty stepped out of the cubicle, wrapping herself in
a warm, fuzzy white towel from the rack.

He
paused for a moment, just to gaze at her like he often did. There was
something so…heavenly about her that he felt the need to pinch
himself every time she looked at him or touched him. Her damp red
hair lay around her shoulders, pale completion contrasting
beautifully with the auburn streaks. Last night she had been so
radiant, he was terrified some other man was going to steal her away
and he'd never see her again. Or heaven would call, desiring its
most beautiful angel back to guard the sacred gates.

Gently
pushing the door open, he caught Misty just as she was turning around
to leave the room, causing her grip on the towel to loosen and fall
around her as it fell off her back, exposing the bare skin. Swiftly
wrapping his arms around her, he buried his face in her neck, kissing
the skin softly while gently tickling her back.

"Hey!
Get off!" she protested, letting go of the towel where it remained
between them before wrapping her arms around his neck and running her
fingers through his hair, gently using it to pull back his head.
Staring into his wickedly brown eyes, she lost herself for a moment.
Their heart rates slowed and began to match, beating the same rhythm
as the space between them began to diminish and they met in a deep
kiss, full of passion and love.

So
lost in their intimate contact, Ash's grip around Misty loosened
slightly, just enough for her eyes to snap wide open and for her to
break their contact and duck under his arms to swiftly make her way
through the open door, leaving the towel behind.

It
took a moment for Ash to return to the real world. But by this time,
Misty was throwing one last, cheeky grin through the door before
closing it and shutting him in. "Hey! Come on Mist!" he called
through the door.

"You
need a shower." She replied, leaning against the door to prevent
him emerging.

"But
I'm sure I saw a dirty patch on your back…" he seductively
whispered back, pressing hard on the door, willing it to open.

"Just
shut up and get on with it, your mum's coming over for lunch today
so get a move on." She instructed him, wanting to get on with the
day and prepare the mid day meal.

Silently
he agreed with her logic. It was already twelve and his mother
usually came at about half past. Pulling off his shirt and dumping it
carelessly on the floor he made his way to the shower, turning it on
and allowing the water to run and become the perfect temperature
before undressing fully and submerging himself under the warm
cascade.

His
mind began to wander and he couldn't help thinking of Pikachu's
expression when he had laid eyes on Sephy. He understood Pikachu
better than he understood himself and had known before introducing
him to his new friend that he had been predicting another newly
hatched pokemon that would require the care of a parent. After he had
been so wonderful with Togepi and Azurill, Ash had always thought
Pikachu enjoyed the responsibility but when he had been required to
look after a young Magby a year or so ago while a friend had been
staying, Ash had only seen the annoyance show through. Of course,
since then he had never asked Pikachu to look after anything that
needed more than one or two days care to settle into his reserve and
for a while he had hoped this would cheer his best buddy up and out
of a mild snap of depression. Pikachu was the oldest pokemon he owned
and he'd never realised what a strain it was to be labelled as the
"responsible" pokemon. Hopefully, Sephy would sort out that
issue.

Ash
had been so deep in his thoughts, he hadn't noticed the door to the
bathroom quietly open to allow another person to enter the room. It
was only when the frosted glass door opened behind him was he aware
of her presence.

"Maybe
I did miss a small patch…"

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